Words run thicker than blood,
They are priceless,
In a world,
that has forgotten how to write.
They mend your soul,
They heal your mind,
But they are also what rips your heart,
One few too many times.
YOU ARE READING
My voice in a world full of panic (poetry)
PoetryIn a world of political madness and anxiety at school, this is MY voice My way of getting my opinion heard. #7 in darkpoetry 3/2/20 #2 in wattpadpoetry2020 2/2/20
